Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alakazam, artist - Aj Tracey. Album song Secure The Bag!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: AJ Tracey
Song language: English
Alakazam |
| Serious |
| Alakazam, use your psychic attack |
| It sounds like Nyge |
| I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing |
| Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing |
| I was doing trips, you were at home kissing |
| Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing |
| I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing |
| Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing |
| I was doing trips, you were at home kissing |
| Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing |
| I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing |
| Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing |
| I was doing trips, you were at home kissing |
| Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing |
| I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing |
| Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing |
| I was doing trips, you were at home kissing |
| Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing |
| I’m a rockstar like Sting and Slash |
| Now peng tings wanna call man back |
| I’m a rockstar like Jeff or Matt |
| Call my young thug, watch man get slatt |
| Boy Better Know CEO on the track |
| Curry in the ends, that’s right, he’s back |
| Can’t push me 'cause you’ll get pushed back |
| Easter egg, the black MAC go crack |
| Catch man in traff, don’t lack |
| Tee in white and Raf in black |
| Pantomime, man act, get clapped |
| I’m from West so that’s tracksuits black |
| MTP or zone ten, that’s gang |
| Hopped the fence and dem boy there ran |
| Can’t stand the heat? |
| Then don’t touch that pan |
| Free up S 'cause he lives in can |
| Still cotch with them |
| Ult like Denzel, been to Washington |
| Box on Renzel, think you’re boxing 'em? |
| Used to have Glocks and socks with rocks in 'em |
| Now the world is different |
| Same old Tracey but my girl is different |
| Didn’t rate me till I made her listen |
| She was boring till I made her glisten |
| I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing |
| Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing |
| I was doing trips, you were at home kissing |
| Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing |
| I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing |
| Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing |
| I was doing trips, you were at home kissing |
| Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing |
| I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing |
| Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing |
| I was doing trips, you were at home kissing |
| Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing |
| I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing |
| Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing |
| I was doing trips, you were at home kissing |
| Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing |
| I’m blessed, ask about me, research |
| Hear good things but know |
| They won’t be around no more if they cuss bad words |
| It’s all Rowntree till you get burst |
| And if you doubt me, jump feet-first |
| People around me will tell you |
| Jme’s mentality is one with the Earth |
| One life, you don’t wanna lose it, no |
| Once I hit 'em with the stupid flow |
| «Man Don’t Care» already, you should know |
| Fam, don’t let me dig a two-foot hole |
| It’s not that deep, it’s not rocket science |
| I’m here just tryna have a good time |
| Hurt one of mine? |
| Fuck that |
| Man’s at the door next day like Amazon Prime; |
| free delivery |
| I’ll murder the beat till you’re sick of me |
| Straight bars, no need for the trickery |
| Man will smoke that beef like Hickory |
| Yo, AJ, pass the auxillary |
| And the iPhone adapter |
| Give man chills like the fear factor |
| AJ, DC |
| Worldwide music, it’s a new chapter |
| Have the game in a headlock |
| If I see the cop that killed my brother |
| Believe he’ll die from the headshots |
| Beam on the Glock in my Hancock |
| Hedgehog when I get away |
| When I’m looking for a prey, better pray like a nun |
| With a cup full of rum, when the rum is red |
| Tote a gun instead, dollar bill in ten |
| When you meet death, reapers are grim |
| Fucking with me? |
| Send the Reaper to him |
| Pull out the stick on a pussy ass nigga |
| They tell me I look like a people to him |
| Under my brim, abandon the so black |
| Probably black as my gat, facts |
| Switch up the style and relax, tax |
| Act like a hoe, get the MAC wax |
| Like tack tack |
| Hit 'em in the back, now that’s that |
| Gat to the face, that’s Snapchat |
| Now you a bitch like Kat Stacks, damn |
| I don’t talk no shit |
| 'Cause I got too much honour |
| Nine-millimetre go bang |
| And this piercing armour |